A fleeting thought to a fleeting dream
A passion; a craving
An addictive sting
Something dark
An elusive charming
Velvet eyes that see no scarring
They see appeal
A dripping deal
An illusion of trust
A ********** of lust
Something gray with less shame
A sensation with more pain
The death of self and scraping of grain
Vanity masks a permanent stain
****** soothing leads to romantic bruising
How long can i refrain
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 12:11 AM UTC
A fleeting thought to a fleeting dream
A passion; a craving
An addictive sting
Something dark
An elusive charming
Velvet eyes that see no scarring
They see appeal
A dripping deal
An illusion of trust
A ********** of lust
Something gray with less shame
A sensation with more pain
The death of self and scraping of grain
Vanity masks a permanent stain
****** soothing leads to romantic bruising
How long can i refrain
a passionate encounter foreshadowing heartbreak
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